laugh_to_keep_from_dying
raze the three of us
splitting sides in the face
of unfathomable loss
him with what hair he still has
wet and swept back
by the teeth
of a borrowed comb
you bedridden and biting
with your words
and me running interference
in a room that isn't his
or yours
or mine
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from